don't be sorry, be better.

so maybe it's the constant rain we've been having for what feels like the last seven and a half years or maybe i'm just in a funk, but i can't seem to get myself out of this rut. usually, i'm a pretty happy person, but lately i just feel cranky.. like i've developed a new baseline of stabby. i don't know whether i'm just not adjusting well to being home/missing my friends or if there's another problem, but i'm sick and tired of being pissed all the time. spunky? yes fierce? sure! mad at the world all the time? not really for me.  for the past few days i've been on par with Kat Stratford ála 10 Things I hate about you pre Heath Ledger romance. I've been especially vicious while driving and even taunted a man riding a motor scooter by yelling at him that he "didn't even have a real motorcycle!" i'm turning into sue sylvester.

i'm usually pretty quick to forgive, but lately i haven't seen any reasons to forgive people. if you're going to keep fucking up and shitting on my life, why do i let you stay in it? perhaps my whole approach is childish, but i think it might be the only thing keeping me from ending up in a maximum security cell. maybe people should just try to stop pissing on my parade. don't be sorry, be better.